I was staring at the moon because I thought it was pretty, but now.. it feels like there is more to it. Like it's calling me, like I have to stare at it, it's more than just beauty, it's home. Even after all these years, I still feel the same way. Like everybody is made of star dust and that stars and meteors live in our- your veins, not blood.. Never blood. That bodies are solar systems, and minds are universes, filled with unlimited possibilities. The moon is simply watching, and reeling old, dead stars in, reeling humans in, because it knows what we are. We are everything, and nothing at the same time.